Go back to the Admiral's youth through the book

Chapter 20 (20) Who do you look down on?

Ji Cheng lay on his side on the couch, quietly closing his eyes.

Just now, he noticed it the moment the girl came in and out.

Originally thought that she still had to stay away from him tremblingly, but unexpectedly climbed onto his bed tremblingly.

For a moment, he, who was not even afraid of consummating the house, felt a little embarrassed.

She tried her best to close her eyes and continued to pretend to be asleep.

Immediately afterwards, he felt that little paw was cold to the bone.

His usually cold heart fluctuated.

Ji Cheng suddenly opened his eyes, turned over quickly, hugged the little lady, rolled up the quilt and pressed Xia Ou under her body, and embraced Xia Ou's cold and thin body with warm arms.

I remember that today in the previous life was the day when she died tragically. Although he was a wife of the underworld, but he thought of the pain of the sympathy, and would offer three sticks of incense to her every year on her memorial day.

Year after year, as time went by, he forgot why he had to offer incense on the sixth day of June, but he formed a habit and never missed it every year.

Don't freeze the little lady... Trouble yourself and think about offering incense to her again next year.

Forget it, how much he loves her...

He just wanted to keep the little lady warm, that's all!

At that moment, Xia Ou was so frightened that she couldn't help but made a smart move.

Oh, my God, this dead eunuch actually pretended to be asleep! ?
There was a masculine scent in the sniff that bent down, and it sprayed warmly on her cheeks and ears, as if it was rushing straight into her heart, making her little heart thump.

Only now did she realize the danger.

Today's Ji Cheng is not a powerful official who has purged his body, but a healthy man.

Ji Cheng looked at the little lady's treacherous eyes, and pretended to be calm, and felt amused in his heart.

This little thing is completely different from the sixth cousin of Mu Na in his memory, and returning to youth is not as boring as he thought.

Xia Ou struggled to no avail, and seeing that he had no other movements, she relaxed her nerves and fell asleep slowly.

She is too tired to bear it...

The next day.

Xia Ou was warmed, had no dreams all night, slept refreshed, woke up and found that Ji Cheng was no longer in the room, stretched out his hand to check, his side was already cold.

Thinking of last night when her two hearts depended on each other, she was covered with a quilt and slept in the same bed, and she couldn't help being a little shy.

This was the first time she had slept with a man in her previous and present life. Although she had done nothing, her little heart was still a little excited!

How should she face the husband who slept with her in the same bed?

Oh, so shy!
Find out the cross-collar skirt that the admiral bought for her yesterday when he came back on the way, and put it on.

My waist is a bit fat, but wearing a belt doesn't affect anything, and I can make do with it.

After tidying herself up, she went out of the house and saw Ji Cheng reading a book while putting firewood into the stove.

He cooked the porridge with all his heart, and asked Xia Ou to eat it too.

Xia Ou is a little mute, so she speaks with her eyes.

She blinked and asked with sharp eyes: Where did this book come from?
"Some are used by the Xia family to repay the debt, and some are returned to the original owner!" Ji Cheng saw that she was blinking so fast that she was about to cramp, and then he set the breakfast on the table and replied.

Xia Ou nodded her head and put on a gesture of understanding.

After this reminder, she remembered that Xia's eldest son and grandson, Xia, and her fourth housemate, Xia Ling, were both well-known scholars, and they even specially changed the east room with the best sunlight into a study room!
Now she cherishes food very much, and she is not picky about food. She drinks it as soon as she sucks it, and almost burns her little tongue.

Ji Cheng glanced at the little lady calmly, and continued to eat porridge slowly.

Those rules should be taught when needed!
Whether she is approaching her lifespan, or following her to become a family member of an official, the time when the little lady can be at ease is not long.

After dinner, Xia Ou used expressive instructions to wash the dishes again, and the kitchen was messed up and water-stained.

She's not used to the absence of a sewer...

She is really not the kind of aunt who doesn't work and waits for her!

Ji Cheng boiled hot water for her, asked her to change and wash her body, and he was in charge of cleaning the kitchen.

After Xia Ou tidied herself up neatly, she was a little curious about the ways of the world in this world, so she went to the study.

She peeked in through the crack of the door and saw that the admiral was studying, so she hesitated to go in.

"Go in if you want, what are you doing sneaking around at home?" Ji Cheng put down the book, and said quietly.

Xia Ou pushed the door open and went in, not forgetting to put on a big smile.

She pointed to the bookshelf, expressing that she wanted to borrow some books.

"You know a lot of characters?" Ji Chen didn't remember that Xia's family taught the little lady how to read, and only thought that she could recognize such a basket of baskets by chance.

Xia Ou's small face froze, and then put on a smiling face again, nodding and bowing, but secretly rolling her eyes in her heart.

Who do you look down on?
Nine-year compulsory education, do you, an ancient, know that?

"Heh, look, you are the mistress of the house, there is nothing you can't do except murder your own husband." Ji Cheng took a full view of her wicked expression, narrowing her eyes slightly.

Xia Ou nodded her head foolishly, seeing Ji Cheng averted her eyes, and started to browse among the bookshelves.

"The Analects of Confucius Ji Shi": "Confucius said: If there is a way in the world, then the rites and music will be conquered by the emperor; if the world has no way, then the rites and music will be conquered by the princes.

Since the princes came out, the tenth generation hoped not to lose it; from the doctor's generation, the fifth generation hoped not to lose it;If there is a way in the world, the government does not belong to the doctor.If there is a Tao in the world, the common people will not discuss it..."

In addition to "The Analects", there are also four books: "The Great Learning", "The Doctrine of the Mean", and "Mencius"...

They are all in traditional Chinese characters, and the content is also obscure.

She can understand everything even by guessing. If she had known in advance that she would be transmigrating into wild history, she would definitely apply for a major in Chinese in college.

Ji Cheng looked at the little lady for a while without moving his expression, and then looked away.

After thinking for a while, he put his pen into ink and began to write eight-legged essays.

Write the same proposition from several completely different angles, and each of the eight parts of breaking the topic, inheriting the topic, starting the lecture, starting, starting the part, middle part, back part, and bundle part is different. The last four parts each have two parts. The two pairs of characters are arranged in parallel, and the four pairs are parallel to each other.

Xia Ou searched for a long time but couldn't find books like You Zhi, most of them were incomprehensible.

Suddenly, she was attracted by the serious man.

The admiral writes stereotyped essays, strictly controlling the length of sentences, the complexity of words, the tone of voice, and the number of words.

I saw the spring of Jicheng's writing and thinking, and he had written an article with only one stick of incense. The wet handwriting on the paper was neat as if measured by a ruler, with uniform size and thickness, black, square, graceful and neat font.

Don't look at her as a nerd girl, but she can also be arty, and occasionally write calligraphy...

In fact, it's all for the sake of posting on the circle of friends, and a little bit of embarrassment.

But when she saw Lord Admiral's handwriting, she felt that her handwriting had no capital to show off, it was shaped like a duck's paw, and it was simply unsightly.

The difference between cloud and mud is nothing more than that, she really can't bear it anymore, and she doesn't know what kind of mentality those friends who like her circle of friends have?
No wonder the admiral can be called a powerful figure.

Suddenly, I saw the scrapped essay next to me.

The pen is strong, imposing, and endless, which can be called perfect. Only this character can be called calligraphy.

She thought about it, even the most picky Confucianism in the world, but she couldn't find any shortcomings.

It's so beautiful, how about framing it and selling it?

(End of this chapter)